reached up to pull his hand off of her shoulder, but he tightened his grasp, making it impossible for her to move, and causing her to wince in pain.
“Sit down, Corinne.” Sam said through gritted teeth as he shoved her toward the bed.
She sat down more out of shock than obedience.
“Daniel was an undercover police officer.” He explained as he sat down on the bed beside her, keeping one hand on her shoulder in case he needed to restrain her. “He was working with one of the local gangs, and turns out, he got a little too used to the lifestyle.”
Corinne recalled the gathering of men. She heard Daniel's words replay in her mind, claiming his innocence, and that he would explain everything when he could.
“I'm sorry Corinne.” Sam said as he sighed, his expression lost in guilt. “I never would have introduced you if I thought there was a chance that he would turn out like this.” He rested his head lightly to her forehead as he added. “I've always tried to protect you.”
His breath lingered on her features as he spoke. “I am sorry I couldn't this time.” He whispered, and his hand slid behind the back of her neck, where it grasped.
Gently he touched his lips to her wounded ones, and when she tried to pull back, he tightened his grasp on the back of her neck and forced her lips to his.
Corinne struggled away from the kiss, her lips tearing open again as she did.
“Stop it!” She cried out as she shoved at him with her hands. She was too weak to defend herself, but she would still try.
He laughed a little at her attempt. “It's okay, Corinne.” He brushed a lock of her blonde hair back from her face as he smiled at her. “I know I never made my feelings clear, but now I am.”
He pulled her head back close to his lips, but this time he whispered in her ear. “No one will ever believe you.” He smirked around his words. “You know, all of the other girls I hurt, I had fun with too.” He squeezed her neck tighter as she tried to squirm away from him. “But not you.” He kissed her softly on the cheek. “You're too special for that. So you can play nice, or,” He grasped her chin with his other hand, which was still swollen from where he had struck it with his foot. “It can be rough. Either way, is fine with me.”
When he lowered his hand from her chin to graze it across her shirt, he felt it. His once possessive expression became fearful within an instant. He was about to rip the wire out from under her shirt when the hospital room door burst open. Several officers flooded the room with weapons drawn, all trained on Sam.
“How did you know?” Sam whispered as he realized that his entire confession had been recorded and transmitted through the wire that she wore.
Corinne reached up to swipe at the blood that was flowing freely from her lip.
“Daniel doesn't drink coffee.” She said quietly. “He makes it for me, but he won't touch it himself.” She tipped her chin in his direction. “You're the one whose breath always reeks of it.”
As Sam was being led away in handcuffs, she stood and grabbed his arm roughly.
“Just tell me one thing Sam.” She felt more agony from his betrayal than any of the injuries he had caused. “Why were you so kind to me?”
He smirked with an arrogant glint in his eyes as he studied her. “I did what I was paid to do Corinne. No matter how long they lock me up, I will always know more about who you really are, than you ever will.” He laughed at that as the officers led him away.
Corinne was left feeling as if she had been punched in the stomach. There had been moments when she wondered about her real parents, and why they had given her away. But life had taught her to never dream about what was not real, and to her, a family, would never be real.
That night as she lay in Daniel's arms, she could not rest. The only person had had ever trusted had turned out to be a sadistic serial rapist. Her own fiancée had hidden an entire aspect of her